A timely cum uppance, part 1

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jake, and I am a nerd. I don’t look like a nerd. I look like an NFL linebacker. At 6’4, I have a thick muscular chest, small waist with washboard abs, and slightly bowed legs. I didn’t get this body from going to a gym. No, this body is my reward for 2 long years in a wheelchair, and 3 more in heavy metal leg braces. I was in a car accident when I was 16 that left both my legs crushed, and my hopes of a normal high school experience dashed. I was home schooled for the remainder of my high school years because I spent most of my days learning to use my legs again. With so much of my energy focused on getting out of that damn chair, I didn’t have time to cultivate my social skills. Thus, I am a nerd. I finally got out of the wheelchair, and the braces, but I keep them around to remind me of everything I’ve been through; to remind me that I am a survivor. I finished high school early, and got degrees in computer programming, Psychology, and chemical engineering. See, a nerd to the core. Now I work in a think tank, which brings me to my current obsession.
The company I work for employs about ten scientists. We all have different areas of expertise, although I am one of only two employees with multiple degrees, and the only one with three degrees. Our job consists of research and development. We are all allowed free reign to research and develop anything that can help win the war on terrorist. We can share ideas or work alone. For the most part, it is a great place to work. Being a nerd in the midst of nerds makes overcoming one’s natural shyness easier. I said this is a great place to work “for the most part. “ There is one small detail that makes this place unbearable at times. Her name is Anna.
Anna is the only female in our group, and the other scientist with multiple degrees. I have no idea what her degrees are in because Anna doesn’t share; not her thoughts, her ideas, or her personal information. Anna is also beautiful. At only five feet tall, she is so small that she could easily be mistaken for a teenager. Her body is small, but athletic, with just enough curves to make you want to find out if she really is hard all over. Her hair is long and red with a natural wave that would probably develop into full blown curls if not for the length and weight of it. How could a creature so lovely, so damn HOT, be so bitchy. Anna has a chip on her shoulder the size of Mt. Rushmore. She is quick to point out others’ mistakes, to degrade you for staring at the body she so proudly displays every day, and to ensure that everyone here knows that there is no way she would consider one of us good enough to kiss her feet. I absolutely hate her, which is why I decided to test my latest ideas out on her.
I have been researching brain chemistry, and more specifically, the chemicals involved in impulse control. In conjunction with this study, I have been conducting trials with subliminal messages delivered via computer monitor. The purpose of my research is simple: I want to be able to shut down the control mechanisms between the brain and the body, then via subliminal messaging, give control of the body over to a “handler”, another person who can command the subject to do anything he wishes. Imagine the possibilities: terrorists killing off the members of their own cell, or relaying entire terrorist plots to their CIA or FBI handlers. Research on pedophiles and serial killers has proven time and again that certain minds cannot be rehabilitated, but the body is an entirely different matter. If I can find a way to “take over” someone’s physical ability to carry out their dire plans, the world would be a safer place.
My plans for Anna are not so noble. I planted a series of complex subliminal messages into her hard drive, each one spiked with a color combination that is proven to increase endorphin release. They will run continuously any time she is working on her computer, and since the desktops in our offices are shared with our laptops in our living spaces, she is getting nearly non-stop doses of them. I have no idea how well the messages are working. I won’t know, unless she comes to me. See, I set up the messages to slowly increase the amount of endorphins released, and thereby draw Anna into focusing on the message rather than the work she is doing, since the messages make her happy. In other words, Anna will slowly become aware of the messages, and as she becomes aware of them, more able, and more willing, to focus on the messages. This focus will require Anna to block out all other messages from her brain: messages telling her to focus on the work, to pay attention to her co-workers mistakes, to get up and go to lunch.